“I laugh too even though I wonder if we all know it isn’t funny, and if so, why it is that we’re laughing still?”

“In hindsight, I see the event as strange, a random act of violence from which no lesson can be drawn.”

I’m interested in the way in which memory—the way that we think about the past—is a re-creation of the past, how the past keeps happening.

“Memories that I had buried with graduate work were now being triggered by my return. A pit grew in my stomach over the next month, prohibiting me from enjoying the most basic things…”

You’ve never been a woman. You’ve been inside a woman, but you’ve never been a woman with something inside of her. You are inside of me. You marvel at the shape of my bladder.